Sitting in this silence it slams against my ears
The burning starts in my feet and makes its way up
My feet have gone to ash as it slowly licks my leg
I feel the pain like a derailed train nothing compares
Yet I wont make a sound then they'll know
That I am real not just a doll if I move or make a sound
I cant I just cant they can never know that I know
That I am alive I breathe and I hurt
The burning its almost colder
Its moving up my thighs the pain
I bite my lip to hide my screams
I clench my fists to stay sane
I freeze they are looking at me with wonder filled eyes
Oh my god! The burning its reached my chest
My arms they are lost in a dark black mist
As its fog encases all of me
I give in and scream then
They run on feet so swift
Far away from this place
in the future It will be called
the house of the broken dolls wail
As I awake to the pitch my arms my legs they itch
And I realize that woman that sang to us and wished
For us to speak back to be real
so we Could really be her children
But she is long gone as are her sweet slow songs
As I look at my self I do not see porcelain
I see flesh and I feel the beating heart
I'm all alone in the dark real but alone
Real left to feel all this pain sadness to myself
How is it fair that I am to live forever this way
Forever to remain the broken doll that is alive
That woman got her wish
I'm real but now we are both alone
